Inspired by the drink thread, I thought it would be fun to read about everybody's first time getting drunk. I'll start of course. I've only been drunk once, it happened 3 years ago when I was 17 on a summer group trip in Australia. We were nearing the end of our trip and part of the program called for 3 days or relaxing at this resort called Great Keppel Island. Anyways, long story short, me and a friend went to a bar and played pool all night while taking turns buying pitchers. I know I bought at least 4 so I probably drank that same amount and possibly more. I don't remember much except that when walking back, I would walk slowly down slight dips in the side walk with my arms out for balance as if they were steep mountain sides. I tried to use a public bathroom on the way back to my cabin, but it had been locked up for the night, I spent 10 minutes banging on the door for somebody to open up before I went in the "Bush"(Australian for wilda-ness). I got lost and walked halfway around the island before I realized what had happened. After I got back, I spent the rest of the night telling jokes and making fun of people. Well, that's what my roommate told me. I know, it doesn't sound too cool except for the exotic locale, but I'm sure there are plenty of you guys with good stories. By the way, for the Aussies in here, I'm trying to remember what the beer I drank was. I think it was called 3X gold or XXX gold.
XXXX (pronounced "four-x") I think you may be thinking of. It's a beer produced in Queensland, and as the old joke goes: "Why do they call beer in Queensland 'four x'?" "Because they can't spell 'beer'!" Anyway, I've never been totally drunk, so that is all I can add to this thread.
A buddy of mine and myself got into my parents liquor cabinet one summer afternoon. I don't know how old we were, but it had to have been middle school--I think sixth or seventh grade. We didn't want my parents to know, so we were taking a bit out of ALL the bottles.....including things like creme de menthe. We even added water to bottles to make them look like we hadn't removed anything. I got drunk enough to get sick. I threw up everything I had, then laid by the toilet for another twenty minutes or so. I then threw up whatever else I could find in me and then dry heaved for a minute or two. Then, I picked myself up, and we road our bikes to Pizza Inn for the noon buffet. Man.....can't recover that quickly anymore.
The first time I got drunk was when I was 13. I was home alone. My parents had gone out to the movies. They had, and still have, a very well stocked liquor cabinet. I decided to taste "one of everything". After my 8th or 9th taste, I got the spins, landed on the couch, puked and passed out. My parents got home to find me on the couch with the family dog licking my face (I'll bet that tasted good, eh Spot?). Aaah, the memories....
I was in 4th grade and mowing the lawn of the Egyptian family across the street....the Ezzats. Their 13 year old daughter came out to pay me and invited me inside for beers and tonsil hockey. She was a classic broken wing. The story would have had a happier ending if I hadnt gotten the spins. Plus we got busted by her folks. It was worth it.
Mine's close to Pole's. Parents were out of town my sophomore year, so we decided to drink a little bit of everything. Last non-sick moment was me running out of my house butt-naked with cigarette in hand and jumping into the pool. My last coherent words were "Woohoo, cigarette's still lit". I then went upstairs to puke and somehow managed to barely miss our brand new white carpet.
A broken wing is a rebellious daughter of an otherwise Cleaver-like family, who does bad things for attention. Older women? Now that I think about it, I used to go drinking with one of my mom's friends when I was in high school. While nothing came of this that could have gotten her in trouble, I did have a thing for her.
Damn, the "drink a little of each bottle" was my first method too. My first time was during the magical summer of 1985, I was 14. My best friend's dad down the street worked for a liqour distributor. They had all kinds of stuff. I got smahed (probably had a total of 3 shots, but man o man). I remember the Till Tuesday "Vocies Carry" video being on tv and I was singning along like a good drunk. Then It was time to walk home. When I reached my house, my mom was outside taking my sister to swim practice. I started taking really big steps to try and walk straight acros the lawn . I guess it somehow worked and she didn't notice I was drunk. I ended up falling asleep on the couch, no puking. I would save that for next time....... The next time was later that summer, when two of my friends and I split a bottle of Triple Sec at the local ditch . (insert "Rock You Like a Hurricane" soundtrack). Oh My God. I cringe at the sight and smell of the stuff to this very day. It took me 16 years before I could even add it to my margaritas.
15 years old, I decided to go halfs on a six-pack of Labatt Ice (5.6% alc). We drank them in the woods near an old softball field and I got pretty drunk. Afterwards, a group of us went to a local restaurant to get some fries. I remember spilling a bit of ketchup on my jacket and trying to clean it "discretely" by sucking it off; it wasn't so discrete. In my drunken state, it didn't occur to me to use napkins. Anyway, the rest of the night was spent driving around in someone's car (the driver didn't drink anything). Then I went home and ate some leftover ceasar salad.
Homecoming my Freshman year. Bacardi 151 *shudder* No tracers nothing, just straight 151. Me and about 10 buddies drank most of it and went to the bonfire where we ate donutes and drank hot choclate, provided by the teachers. Ahh to be young again. Needless to say I was pretty drunk that night and dont remeber what happend after that. Although my freinds say I had a great time.
My sister's wedding. I was 15 at the time. Anyway, after two glasses of champagne, the stuff started tasting like Gatorade. I was a much larger fellow at the time, and must have put down at least two bottles of the stuff. The rest is blurry. I start dancing with this girl, one thing leads to another and we start making out, big time. I then act like a total jackass and profess my drunken love for her and pass out in the back of my parent's car. Next thing I know, it's two in the morning and I'm watching ESPN to catch the score for the Rockets-Warriors game that I missed.
I was 15, at a keg party in the woods (very common where I grew up in PA). Drank too much beer, fell in the mud being chased by cops. I loved it, and never looked back.
First time I really got drunk was when I played WAR (card game where high card wins) against a friend of mine who was 3 times my size. Needless to say, I was loosing big time and had to take shots of tequila and whatever else we could find. Two and a half bottles of tequila later, I told him "Ok I need to puke now" that's when I stood up walked to the bathroom then popped. To this day that night still held the record of how many shots I could take and that was 18. I can't even go past 10 now.
My 20th birthday. I had drunk before, but never BEEN drunk, and I've never been drunk since. I downed a whole bottle of wine in something like 4 minutes. When I got back to my room, I ate a can of pringles and then hit on a friend of mine (female) who drove me back. Thankfully my roommate was there so I didn't do anything dumb . . . well, any MORE dumb stuff . . .
When I lived in Washington DC, 14 years old, went to party, wanted to be cool so I drank around 4 or 5 beers (all a blur), woke up next to a 16 (?) year old girl in a strange bedroom. Biggest mistake of my life. I was so depressed after it. Of course that made me drink even more, so basically from 14-17 years old I was a partier/drinker/one night stander. Hung out with brothas waaaaay older than me. Barely made it thru high school, moved to Houston and has not touched anything since (I still won't be 21 till September). And I am happy.
I was 13 and hangin at my friend Cheryl's house. She liked to hang out with me and I was in love with her. She was Vietnamese and a model at 15 - the kind that takes pictures that you would never guess she was not a legal adult. Why she hung out with my little punkass, I will never know. Anyway, we were hanging at her house listening to Purple Rain (new at the time). She whipped out a bottle of Saki and we proceeded to kill it. By the time we were done, Cheryl and my friend Robert tried to put me on my bike but I could not even stand up. I had already passed out on her garage floor when her adult older brother came home and tried to talk to me. I was told I started making fun of his accent (I pulled a Shaq) and he decided to call my mom. When my mother gets there, Cheryl the Amazon goddess picks me up and carries me to the car like a man would carry his wife through the altar. My mom will bring that up to this day whenever I have a beer or any alcoholic beverage in front of her as evidence of my evident alcoholism. (I am not one, by the way). No more Saki for me!
I have another story that you guys may find amusing. I was 23 or 24 and living with my soon-to-be wife in Katy. It was 94, a championship year. We had a drinking buddy over, who now is a multiple offense time serving alcoholic. We decided to take a shot of peppermint schnapps for every 3 pointer the Rockets made in that night's game. Needless to say, I believe it may have been a team record performance from downtown. I do not even make it to the end of the game. My wife arrives and sees that I will be hurling soon and sends me to the upstairs bathroom. I banged my head falling up the stairs. That's right, they said I fell halfway up and proceeded to tumble up the rest of the way. I then go into the bathroom and throw up all over the bathtub. The toilet was right there but I guess I wanted a bigger target. My wife comes in with a piece of bread and says, "here, this will soak up the alcohol". I looked at her with a confused expression, turned, and commenced to cleaning the bathtub with a piece of Wonder Bread. Nice, huh?
Not the first time by far, but I think one of my worst experiences that I wish to share included a bottle of MD 20/20 (Mad Dog) of the Orange Jubilee flavor, 1997 and Stockton at the buzzer with the help from a Malone Bear Hug on Drexler. We proceeded to the Laboratory in San Antonio in which I proceeded to make an ass of myself. The results were obvious.....a depressed rocket fan, Mad Dog, tequila shots, and what came to be one of the worst drunk experiences of my life that has scarred me with the hatred of any Orangy liquor, only recently after years has Absolute Mandarin been able to enter my body!!
